Welcome to the beginning of the end, wishing for a friend,
where demons pretending to descend, lifting from their sins.
Anyone lying to your face is fighting to escape,
fingers prying from the chains, crying at the gate.
Bloodied tears, stumbling fears over sunny years,
humbling peers with stunning cheers, bludgeoning sheers.
Nothing's clear except for the path of the devil,
as we clash with the rebels on glassy meadows.
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